In the Forest at the rising dawn

In the Forest at the rising dawn

I am moving among the branches of
colorful foliage, from a glade emerald green, through the white
path that whirls and loses in the thick wood at dawn.

In the shady enchanted forest, I hear an echo of love,
that vibrates and slides silently around, giving
colour at the woodland Universe

Hundreds of mighty trees and joyful animals sing
a song at dawn, accompanied by the sound of the
wind, through leaves, branches and sweet twitterings that
spread in the heart of the forest, that smiles
to the noises of the day that comes back.

Harmonies and relaxing colors of various shades of green,
appear in the suggestive brushwood, with bushes glowing with
multicolor leaves, illuminated with warm colors from the rising dawn.
A squirrel stares at me and runs away to hide,
among the rosy branches, tainted by the rising sun through the trees.

A line of working ants run to their den
through the path that whirls among the
plants of the brushwood, radiated by long trails
of silver light that get from the sun quick down
to the ground as sparkling swords.

The noises are alternated by mysterious sounds,
chants and percussions directed from the orchestra formed
by thousand of instruments of the Forest’s nature

I hear again the echoes of love vibrating harmoniously
and sliding lightly in the magic forest.

The smile blossoms in the face of the wood that is revealing and
shows itself through the eyes of the invisible spirits of nature,
whispering loving words and sending joy to the heart of
man, thanks to life, chants and songs of the Forest.